Empty Poem by Marcel Aouizerate

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You declared on October 17th at 12: 37pm:
'This jerk put too much balsamic vinegar
On my salad and now I am dying.'
This was less than 140 characters,
So we are assuming, although suffering from
Acute respiratory stress, you were not
Cut short by technical constraints.
The jerk in question is someone
Named Travis Bean, a young waiter
At the 'Bay leaf' in downtown Palo Alto.
Those are pretty serious accusations
Of manslaughter not to be taken lightly.
Hence our question before we proceed,
Do you stand by your statement?

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